FIRST DATE

"That's a crazy fucking bet!" Henry Humper exclaimed with a grin, looking down the front of his sister's low cut blouse at the tops of her braless, huge hilltops of hooter.

"Well, I'll bet you can't hold out, little brother," Harriet retorted with a wide beautiful grin, leaning forward to allow her horny sibling to look at even more of her creamy, gorgeous boobflesh. "In fact, I'll bet you one hundred fucking dollars that you can't keep your hands off of Mom's big boobs for one night out. What do you say?"

"Oh, fuck!" Henry cursed, reaching towards the swelling flesh of Harriet's horrifically huge honkers. "Oh, I don't know! I'm horny as fuck right now!"

"Oh, you always are," his stacked sister giggled, placing a hand atop her brother's crotch and rubbing his penis through the thin material of his khaki slacks. "I mean, look at this thing. It wants me so much right now, doesn't it?"

"When does it not?" Henry said sarcastically as he moved to pull down his pants, allowing his humongously-hootered sister better access to his foot-long wee wee. Harriet simply pulled her blouse up and then leaned flamboyantly forward to fellate on her favorite humpstick.

"You know how I know you'll never last, dearest brother?" she asked between licks and sucks on the tumescent, golf-ball-sized head.

Henry just shook his head back and forth as he squeezed every bit of titflesh he could get his hands on.

"Because, o brother dear, you couldn't wait to get my tits out of this big, tight top," Harriet said with a completely triumphant leer as her bouncy bobblers bounced and bobbed in expectant fashion.

Henry didn't say anything; he just shoved her head down onto his throbbing pecker. "Shut up and suck, sis! I can't hardly stand it, I'm so fucking horny! Oh, suck it, little girl!"

Harriet's naked young juggernauts juggled all around as her blonde head and thick lips slid up and down on the crudely naked erection residing inside her mouth.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" her cock-filled mouth grunted out as Henry mauled her heavy, fleshy boom booms with his rough and uncaring hands.

"Now, that feels like a dream, big sis!" Henry winced at the loving oral ministrations being inflicted on his phallic rod as he tugged upward on his sister's hard nipples. "Do that teeth dragging thing on the underside of my horsecock! Ohhhhh! That's it! Do it! Drag those teeth and suck my fucking fucktool! Oh, all right! I'll take the bet! This suck job should give me a little bit of an advantage anyway, I mean, once you empty my sack out! Yeeeeeaaaaahhhh!"

Harriet smiled inwardly as her titmeat jumped to and fro on her chest and she fellated happily, not willing to pass up his big Humper tube steak.

Later...

Henry came downstairs after his shower, dressed in a fine pair of slacks and a nice shirt. If this were any other date, he'd have just worn jeans and a t-shirt, but he was going out with his blimp-busted Humper of a mother. He wanted to look good. He reflected on what had taken place over the last 45 minutes. In a moment of weakness, his beanbag-breasted sister had tricked him into a bet that he was sure to lose. Of course, he wasn't too chuffed about it at the time; he was just focused on getting the huge load that had been building in his balls for the last thirty minutes out into Harriet's mouth and onto her massively over-endowed mams. They were so unbelievably squeezable; any time he had the chance, he would spend hours just sucking and rubbing and playing with her huge Humper fuckbags.

It was this weakness that worried him so much. Henry's penis needed his mother. He needed her tank boobs and all they offered in the way of titillation and the joy they brought to his cock and balls. He could hear the shower running upstairs and could only imagine the sight of his perfectly sculpted mother's physique, her little waist and her awesome tittage that bobbed upon her upper body, her large, round fanny that contrasted so much with her narrow waistline.

"Oh, shit, I wish I wasn't so motherfucking horny," Henry hissed through clenched teeth, looking down at the bulge that was already beginning to rise in his pants, wanting tittie and pussy and a plump ass to play with. "She is going to be all over my stick. Mom is going to be shoving her set right up in my fucking face. Shit, I need to squirt something awful! I guess it's a good thing Harriet sucked me twice already."

While Henry was downstairs wondering how he was going to get through the night without his favorite tittie and pussy play toys, Hilda was upstairs wondering what she could do to make Henry's night even more enjoyable (or unbearable as the case might have been). She had heard about the wager her children had placed and was really looking forward to fucking with and just plain fucking Henry's balls dry that evening. Not that she and Harriet hadn't been doing that as often as possible since Henry had gotten back from his trip to Grandma June's. The thought of what happened that day and during the following weeks made Hilda's already needy slit just drip with arousal. She held back her need to masturbate, though. When you had as much ground to cover as she did, it helped to have as much help as possible. And she was going to make sure she had all the help she could get from her baby boy tonight. Well, the motherly Humper did at least tweak her nipples for a minute, just to take the edge off her desire.

"No sense in ending the fun before it gets started," Hilda quipped amusedly as she turned the water off and started to towel off her proudly bouncing Humper hooters.

"Ohhhhhhh, I want to fuck!" Henry cursed as he pulled out his wiener and began to stroke his manmeat, thinking of the acres of breast upstairs, both his mommy's and his sister's, whom he had already fondled as he jizzed down her throat.

The hung youngster grabbed a towel just as a stream of ejaculate gushed out of his pee pee hole, splashing onto the cloth, stream after stream jetting out of his urethra and massive dickhead. After squeezing the last droplets of sticky discharge out of his pecker, Henry dabbed his wee wee with the towel and yanked his organ back inside his pants and zipped promptly up.

"I'll be down in a few minutes!" Hilda Humper yelled from upstairs, hooking up her knocker-holder inside her bedroom and then sliding a pair of panties over her bubble-like bottom.

"Gotcha, Mom!" Henry called back. Even with the orgasm he just had, the mere thought of what she must have been doing at that moment had him re-hardening almost immediately. He knew he'd get to see what underwear she on before the night was through, but that didn't help his current problem. He was momentarily spared thinking about what his too-too-terribly sexy mommy was doing when he heard footfalls on the stairs. Harriet came out of the kitchen to watch her brother's reaction.

Hilda Humper came down looking like a horny 15-year-old's most lurid wet dream. She had on the smallest black minidress Harriet had ever seen. It just barely covered her black silk panties, not that that mattered much as she was sure to be flashing Henry peeks the entire night. As with anything that tried to contain her massive, chesty charms, the top looked like it might burst asunder with the pressure that must have been placed on it. The matching black bra fit well with the dress, but it fit about as well as any bra ever did on her. It was the curse of being a Humper; unnaturally huge breasts gave to humongous back aches if not properly supported. But she wouldn't trade anything about her build for the world. Hilda loved her body, especially the upper, chestial part of it, and she loved the attention it garnered.

"Holy shit, Momma!" Henry burst out as he gazed at the honker-laden hottie that finally descended the staircase, the cleavage bulging from her blouse, the neckline so low that almost half her knockers were revealed, the top and bra just being large enough to keep her spacious giant areola from showing. "You look fucking hot as shit!"

"Yeah, I know," Hilda shot back with a cackle, her bazooms jiggling as she gave his groin a curious look. "And hot for fucking too! Tee hee! My, my, I always seem to have an immediate effect on that big thingie of yours, don't I? Your pee pee pole prong is already getting all full of blood and shit!"

"Tee hee," Harriet laughed quietly, her own boobs still not constrained by any type of brassiere, the taste of her brother's cum still in the back of her mouth. "Henry thought he'd get a leg up on the competition by getting me to suck him twice while you were getting ready, Mom, but I think he's hornier than before."

Harriet snickered as she eyed the almost inhuman angle of Henry's waistband. She felt the tingle between her own legs, but held back, knowing she had a scale replica in her room that she could fuck herself silly with later on if Chuck didn't stop by to fuck her first.

"Very funny, Hare. See if I let you have any when we get back tonight."

Harriet just stuck her tongue out, wobbled her boobs at him and gave her favorite fucktoy a quick squeeze before retiring upstairs.

"Now, don't stay out too late, children," she said before she and her watermelon cans disappeared.

"Come on, baby, let's get going before I decide to strip and fuck you where you stand," Hilda stated, shaking her immense chest just a little, ensuring that it wouldn't come to rest for several minutes and that Henry would remain at full mast for some time.

"Where the hell are we going tonight, Mom?" Henry finally inquired of his voluptuous and dangerously curvy mother, all of her swells in the exact right places.

"Well, since we ate earlier, I thought we would skip the dinner thing," Hilda told him, looking at him with a wicked grin and then at the obscene lump in his trousers brought on by the even more obscene lumps in the front of her skimpy blouse. "They just opened up that new nostalgic, fucking drive-in movie theatre just outside of town. I thought we might go there. We can listen to a movie. Tee hee hee!"

"Ummmm, okay, but I might try to watch the whole thing for a change," Henry said nervously, clearing his throat as he watched with excruciating frustration at his mother's titan ta tas straining against her clothing and the round glory of her big caboose inflating the back of her tiny skirt. "I mean, Harriet said that that new V movie is pretty entertaining, but that it was a bunch of bullshit politically. But I heard that the fucking critics loved it."

"I heard that too, sweetheart, but I don't go by previews and critics," Hilda replied as the endowed couple headed for the door. "I mean, that Roger Ebert is a complete mindless bloated douche bag. Tee hee."

Minutes later, on the road with Henry at the wheel...

For once in his life, Henry was at an utter loss for words. It wasn't that he didn't have anything to talk about; it was more that anything he would talk about would lead to his having to look at his mother, which would invariably lead to his huge pecker rehardening, and that was something he just could not abide tonight. He just gave a noncommittal grunt and stared straight ahead as he maneuvered the vehicle.

"What's the matter, baby? You're usually all over me by now," Hilda asked petulantly, glancing at him quickly as she sported cleavage so massive that it would be hellish for a man to attempt to resist it.

Henry fidgeted for a moment before replying. "Yeah, like I said, Mom, I'm excited about the movie, and I know if we get started, we'll miss the whole thing. Plus, I'm fucking trying to get us there in one fucking piece."

"Well, we could always go another night, my baby," she said coquettishly, her teatsies wiggling cutely. Henry just sat there, fidgeting with sleeve buttons in between gripping the steering wheel.

"Yeah, well, I...really...just want to see this movie is all," he said, obviously fighting the urge to slam on the brakes, pull open her blouse and gorge on the acres of titflesh he knew were there just begging to be sucked and groped.

They finally reached the drive-in without incident and got their tickets and snacks; both times the men behind the counter stared unabashedly at Hilda's immense milk-jugs for the better part of a minute before snapping out of their trance. Finally, they got the car situated and waited for the movie to begin. Rather, Henry waited; Hilda was busy adjusting her undergarments.

"This is why I don't like wearing thongs, horsey. They always ride up into the crack of my ass," Hilda complained, trying in vain to unwedge her panties while seated.

Henry eventually looked at her, just as she had turned in her passenger seat to get on her knees. Her voluptuous, ghetto-booty of a posterior was up in the air and barely covered, out there for everyone in nearby cars and their grandmother to see. It shook slightly as she tried again to free the garment from the incredible cleavage of her cheeks. Henry was spared further torment as the movie started playing. He had missed all the previews, enthralled as he was by the big-bustied and big-bootied view much closer to home.

"Ah, got it finally. I see the fucking flick has started. Took them long enough," Hilda Humper muttered as she slid her round ass back into her seat and leaned back, her twin half-covered set of headlights swinging forward and swishing the air in her vicinity.

"Remember, remember the fifth of November/the gunpowder treason and plot/I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot." Over the next hour, the movie continued with several interesting scenes to be had. Henry usually would've been banging away at whatever piece of ass he'd brought for the trip, but the movie actually interested him. It talked of the British government being turned into a fascist state like the Nazis of World War II. He thought that V was justified in his actions, and he, Henry, absolutely loved the explosion near the beginning and the speech preceding it. Of course, his mother didn't seem as interested. She had watched up to the point where the girl had been about to be raped, then she apparently started trying the same thing with Henry, rubbing her beanbag breasts up against him, at one point almost engulfing his arm completely. She made all manner of noises too to entice him.

"Mom, please, I'm trying to watch."

"Who cares about the fucking movie, Henry Humper? I'm horny as fuckity fuck fuck fuck over here and I want you to do your duty, you motherfucking Humper fucker!"

Henry just gave her a sour expression that belied his growing horniness. He had not been oblivious to her ministrations during the last hour. When Hilda had engulfed his arm with her titan, saucy pair, he had just about lost it and ripped off her blouse right there; but he endured, using his interest in the movie to balance out his growing lust for the mountain-mammaried sexual creature that was practically coming right next to him.

"Henry, why don't we take your wee wee out for some air?" Hilda suggested in a voice that sounded innocent, but belied the busty mommy's tawdry intentions for his private parts. "You can still watch the movie, but maybe wee wee needs some fresh air. Don't you think so?"

"Mom, I am trying to watch this fucking movie and I can't do that when you unzip my pants," Henry tried to protest in as convincing a voice as he could muster, his prick wanting his boobie mommy so much that he was painfully erect. "Don't you find this movie interesting?"

"They are going off on Christianity, while a bunch of jihadists threaten to blow us up in this country and a bunch of Talmudic Israelites drag us into Mideast wars! What bullshit!" Hilda burst out, squashing her mammary set against Henry's chest as he reclined in the driver's seat, his eyes fixed to the screen, her hand straying to tap at his swollen crotch with her thin fingers. "I am more interested in other things, mainly having to do with your pocket rocket pee wee wee wee stick. Who cares about movies when we have so many other things we could be doing? Tee hee! And this is our first real date! Tee hee! Baby, do you fuck on a first date?"

"Mom, please stop this!" Henry growled, straining to keep his hands from grabbing her by the tits and ripping off her blouse and brassiere, so he could breastfeed.

"My teatsies are getting sweaty, poopsie, and it's hot outside," his mother told him seriously, patting the front of his pants lovingly and then pointing a finger at one of her sizeable boob bags. "I think they really need some cool air right now. I may have to take my blouse and brassiere off, sweetie. My honks are perspiring like motherfuckers. I may have to take my boobies out if they don't stop sweating like they are. I mean, my cleavage is fucking wet!"

Henry chanced a glance at his mother's obscene cleavage. She was right; as much as they bulged out of her clothes, they looked like semi-naked beachballs, and they were glistening with perspiration. He could clearly make out her nipples through the dress.

"I'll pull down the windows to let some air in."

"Or I could just pull down my top, my horsey-hung baby cakes," Hilda offered in a husky Kathleen Turneresque voice, earning a glare from him. "Oh, come on, poopsie. You know what my bobbly boobie bags need more than anything. They need wee wee, and as much of it as they can get."

She actually did undo her blouse at this point, allowing more surface area into view, which weakened Henry's resolve more. He knew he couldn't resist Hilda's fully unveiled bosoms. Somehow, he managed to turn his attention back to the movie. V had just killed the third person from his past. It looked like there was going to be some resolution, so he plunged himself firmly into that, resolutely not looking at the twin zeppelins of titflesh in the seat next to him even as his mother jettisoned her blouse into the back seat.

Henry worked at keeping his gaze on the movie, his eyes hungry for all the boobie skin that was squeezing out of Hilda's substantial black brassiere, which only covered her honkers around the halfway point. His penis was so hard that it was almost painful and he knew that if his mother took that giant hammock of a bra off, his wee wee would probably rip through the front of his khakis.

"Ohhhhhh, horseshit, it's still so stuffy in here. Gee whiz, I was, tee hee, hoping that opening the window a bit would help, but, tee hee, I guess it didn't. And even with no blousie, they are stiillll hot," Hilda said in a little girl voice, putting a phony girlish pout on her lips, but smiling as she dabbed at the sweat adorning her two big honeycuppers as their mountaintops pushed up from the tops of her bra cups. "Gee, sweetie, it was worth a try and all, but ohhhhhhhh, I guess I'm going to have to take this heeeuuuge bra offfff." She said it all in a swooning voice that made a drop of pre- cum creep from the urethra of Henry's donkey-sized dick. Henry somehow still fought to keep his eyes on the movie as Hilda worked on taking off the massive undergarment.

"Oh, shit, I forgot I can't reach the clasp with this little black garment on. I guess I need to take it off too," the buxomy Humper spoke with apparent relish over Henry's barely concealed state of arousal. Watching the obscene bulge in his pants throb, she worked the material down over her ginormous tittie pillows, even going so far as to fan her extreme boulders of breastflesh.

"Now then, about this sticky-wicky brasie," her voice squeaked cutely in the little girl voice she adopted when trying to seduce a man. "It's got to come offffff. Tee hee hee!" And it did, uncovering the delectable set of flesh globes that Henry feared most, the youngster feeling his resistance fade like a gambler's lucky streak as he surveyed their massive areolas at last.Several minutes passed with Hilda making all kinds of moaning noises as her already stiffened milk balloons rubbed around inside the oversized, overtaxed garment that she was struggling her way out of. Henry did his best to ignore them, but it was getting more difficult. His eyes kept darting back and forth from the movie screen to his mother's overzealous attempts to get his attention.

"Henry, my dress and my bra are ooooffffffffffff! Can you see these things? Baby, I just hauled out the motherfucking milkwagons!" Hilda shrieked, persistently trying to get his attention as she hefted her bouncy boobahs up and down, her hands beneath them as she tried to dribble her big balls of flesh.

"I can't....." Henry attempted, seeing the puppy poundage of his mother's wonderfully naked hooters out of his peripheral vision. "I can't look at y-y-y-you. If I do, I'm gonna......"

"But, baby, you so wanna," Hilda huskily suggested, turning her body to the side, her twin headlights both pointing in his direction, his protracted peter straining and begging to be set free of his pants. "Do you want V, or do you want meeeeee, big boy? Or how about V or tee tees! Hee hee hee!"

"Fuck the fucking hundred bucks!"

"No, Henry Humper, fuck me and I mean right fucking now!" Hilda all but screamed. Henry jumped Hilda's watermelon mams and started sucking like he hadn't eaten in a year. "OHHHH, ohhhhh fuuuuckkk me, oh fucking fuck, fuck me sideways, fuck me anywhichways, you hugely hung Humperfucker!"

At this point, she pushed him into the backseat and started pawing at his bulge like a cat with a toy.

"Jiminy Jumpin' Juggernauts, Mom, hold your motherfucking horses! I can only move so fast, you know?"

"Don't know, don't care, baby, just need that huge, fucking fuckstick up my cunny NOW!" Hilda literally ripped off the button to his trousers and fished out his wee wee, trying to wedge the foot-long wiener towards her needy pussy. "Ohhhhh, shit, this thing is what I need in me real fast!"

"Yep, fuck the fucking money!" Henry cheered as he attempted to properly angle his hungry wee wee in the dim light and then without decorum dipped his entire twelve inches into his mother's opening, his hands massaging her tits as hard as he could, his mouth moving to kiss her firmly on the lips. "Harriet can have that fucking chump change! Fuck it!"

"No, keep log-jamming, fucker, fucker, fuck herrrrrrrr!" Hilda egged him on, her bouncer bazoombas flinging up and down like heavy weights as Henry held them, angling his pee pee pole perfectly as it shot up her honeypot and then halfway out as he pounded her poozle. "Tee hee hee! Shit, that feels good! It's not fucking V at all! It's not fucking V, it's PUUUSSSSEEEEEEE! Wheeeeee, but you fuck hard, poopsie! You fuck good and hard!"

"Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhhh!" Henry's ragged breath came out in bursts as his mammaried minx of a mommy drove her thin waist up and down to meet his plunges, her jumbo jubblies being occasionally crushed between their writhing bodies.

"Shit, I can't believe I tried to ignore these fucking boobahs!" Henry said, glomping one mammoth mammary as he kept pistoning his foot-long dong into his mother's cunny.

"Ohhhhh, fucker, keep it up, baby, keep your wee wee coming. Fuck me, fuck the fucking shit out of me, you sweet, sweet motherfucker!" Hilda screamed at the top of her lungs as she kept bouncing up and down on his column of manmeat which was solidly spearing her tight box.

At the back of his mind, Henry thought there wasn't a person watching the movie now. They were all surely looking around for the bitch screaming herself hoarse and ruining the show for everyone. He didn't care at the moment, though. He had waited long enough for this. It was what he lived for. Sure, the movie had been entertaining, but it just couldn't compare to watching his mom jumping up and down on his wee wee log. It didn't match the feeling he got when he dumped his load into her wet little cunny. At this, he pushed Hilda onto her back and started pouring it to her faster and faster, listening to her keep up the furious line of cursing she hadn't stopped since moving back there.

"Holy fuck, that feels fucking unbelievable. Keep it up, baby. Fuck me, I'm gonna come, oh shit, I'm gonna fucking come!"

Five minutes later...

"It's getting hard again, Henry!" Hilda shrieked in her middle voice, sounding like a giddy horny cheerleader as she hauled her tough titties back to her son's vicinity and then went to her knees in the floorboard and pulled Henry by his wee wee into the passenger seat. "I'm gonna suck it, Henry! I'm gonna suck it!"

"I think it's a splendid idea!" Henry said sarcastically, but grinning like a mule eating briars the whole time. His globular- globed momma shoved his legs hard apart and let her hoots hang nearly to the floor as she brought her blonde head closer to his pelvis, where his bare cock was by this time standing achingly straight once again.

"I'm gonna put your fucking big pee pee's head in my fucking mouth, honey," the amorous orbular English teacher intoned, letting her tongue touch the underside of his apple-headed boner.

She let her tongue drag along the edge of the turgid, flared tip of her favorite sex toy, watching her son's twitches as he grabbed and kneaded as much of her titanic titties as he could.

"Even after so many wee wee washes, I still can't believe the size of this fucker. I always have to stretch my mouth to fit your pee pee head in my mouth, Henry. Oooooo, what a nice one. Mmmmmmm, it's such a sweet young cock. Mmmmmm, soooooo young, but soooooo bigg."

"Oh, jeez, Mom, oooohhh, shit, that feels fucking fantastic!" Henry responded to her oral gifts as his fingers found her nipples and started pinching.

"See, baby, now isn't this a lot better than watching that stupid fucking movie?" Hilda inquired as she pulled up her voluminous titan titties to engulf his wee wee and prime it a bit before she sucked it. "Wouldn't you much rather get a boobie job from your fan-fucking- tastic Humper mommy?"

"Just suck my boner, Mom, will you?" Henry said impatiently, grabbing his mother's beautiful blonde mane and pulling her head down towards his turgid member, her plump round mounds of titmeat juggling about.

"Oh, I'm gonna suck your dick, baby," Hilda told him with assurance, licking at the front of his big swollen helmet of a pee wee crown. "I'll suck ya till this thing starts throwing out some jizzy fizzy yum-yum juice. Tee hee. Don't even look at the screen. Just watch your schlongy disappear down my throat, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," Henry replied, massaging her bazooka bomber boobie bumps as he let his mommy orally assuage the frustration in his masculine root. He figured he deserved to be allowed to spit some ejaculatory venom down her gullet. After all, he was losing one hundred fucking dollars to his sister, though he would probably get to fuck her after he handed over the cash.

Thoughts like that were all that sustained him for the next few minutes. Thoughts of getting to maul Harriet's humongous H-cuppers, listening to her moan and yell while he plumbed her pussy with his proud and protruding prong of a penis.

"Jeez Louise, Mommy, I'm gonna make like a volcano here in a few minutes."

"That's the point, my little Humper hunny bunny. Cover Mommy's uvula with your yummy cummy cum. Completely drench my mouth and tonsils with your baby batter!"

As she went on with her rant of what she'd like Henry to do to make her scream her lungs out, several drops of crystal clear pre-cum oozed out of Henry's apple-sized dickhead.

"Ooohhh, a present for Hildy wildy from her darling, humpy fucky baby boy? You shouldn't have."

The stacked educator rubbed the pre-cum into her tits like it was sunscreen. But that wasn't all. Hilda beamed as she watched another tiny stream of pre-ejaculate squeeze out of Henry's little pee pee cleft, his urethra almost seeming to barely drool. But this time, she didn't reach for his anticipated excretion to dab it on her tits. The darling, jovially-jugged Hilda simply slipped her tongue across his manhood, the glistening warrior head of the penis that the knockered, randy minx adored, almost worshipped.

"This second little jizzy leak was a sneaky fucker, wasn't it, poopsie? It just ooooooozed out of your weenie's heady crown, and wee wee thought Mommy wouldn't see it, but she sure as shit did see it, didn't she? She licked that sneaky little drippy leak of yours right the fuck up and swallowed that little fuck. And they say you are what you eat. Tee hee hee! Then what the fuck does that make me? Well, I guess there's more sucking to do. The next thing that comes out of you won't be quite so subtle, Henry. That's for titfucking sure, hog-leg dick."

"Not with the way you're going after it, zeppelin jugs."

Hilda might have taken offense at his tone, but right now she was just too horny to care. Henry's cum called to her like a Siren calls to sailors at sea, and like the sailors, she could not resist. She dove back in and inhaled his meat log, pushing her mouth down like a snake trying to unhinge its jaw. Henry involuntarily kicked as she did so, moaning and groaning at the upswing in his inhumanly hot and sexy mother's libido. In response, he groped and stroked and grabbed at her acres of titflesh, twisting a nipple every so often and eliciting a loud grunt and another increase in suction from the beyond beautiful blonde giving him the best head he'd had in his short life, which was really saying something in his case.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck me motherfucking sideways, big tits, that feels un- fucking-believable!"

He started bucking hips back and forth in the seat as he felt his balls seize up in impending orgasm. His hands started jerking Hilda's pretty blonde head up and down; she just went with it, knowing her prize was coming soon.

"OHHHH, FUCKKK MEEEE! Jeez, it's the orgasm from fucking Hell!" Henry screamed out as his orgasm blew his load past Hilda's tongue and straight down her throat. A full two and a half minutes later, Hilda pulled her mouth off of Henry's still half-inflated dick.

"Ohhhh, now, that's the snack Mommy likes. And it didn't cost me a thing."

"Cost me a bit, though," Henry said half in defeat, half in jest. "I'm never gonna hear the end of it from Harriet."

"Maybe Harriet will tease the shit out of you, Henry. But it sure as fuck was a lot better than a box of Raisinettes," Hilda laughed, her voice matter-of-fact as she savored the taste of her son's semen in her mouth, his hands still petting her proud and percolating pappies. "In fact, your cum even tastes better than those Sour Jacks, and you know how much I love those motherfuckers! Tee hee hee!"

After returning home, wee wees and cunnies much sated...

"Oh, fuck!" Henry cursed, walking down the hallway towards his breastly endowed sister's bedroom, and hesitating before he knocked. "Harriet! I'm coming in!"

"Come, little brother, come!" Harriet yelled back, her voice echoing through the door as her sibling slowly eased it open, not looking forward to admitting his defeat. "Just don't get that shit on the carpet, tee hee!"

"Okay, let's just cut all the shit right now, Harriet. Here's the hundred. Go blow it on whatever." Henry was obviously upset. Harriet could see that as he sat down on the edge of the bed, her naughty knocks jutting forward pertly beside him.

"What's the matter, baby brother? Did baby brother get all upset because he got his wee wee washed?" his sister joked in a baby voice as she moved nearer to him, her proud watermelon boobies bouncing as she scootched closer. "I don't even know what you're fucking complaining about. It felt good, didn't it?"

Henry played with a piece of quilt, not looking up at Harriet's still bobbling boobs. "Well, yeah, it was probably the best head I've gotten in a long time."

"So, what's the fucking problem? You never acted like this before when Mom or I sucked you off."

"It's a guy thing, Harriet. You wouldn't understand."

"I think I understand better than you think, Henry. You're threatened by mine and Mom's sexuality. Either of us just has to shake our tits or asses, and you're putty in our hands."

Henry still didn't look up at her. "Yeah, so?"

"So, don't get threatened. You've got the biggest dick at school. The girls would and will stampede each other to get that big, fat fucker into their pussies. In fact, I'm getting wet myself just thinking about it." He did look at her at that point, a lascivious smile on his face. The same smile was reflected back at him. He watched as her nipples hardened, poking out of the already overtaxed tank top, the garment that held the flood of her fabulously fulsome titters.

"So, what you're saying is I shouldn't be threatened because I've got something you both want as well?"

"Exactly, Henry. Give as good as you get. Now, get over here and give my little honey cunny some lovin'. I got all hot just thinking about what you and Mom were doing all night."

With that, Harriet pulled her blouse up over her chest, throwing it to the floor, then went to her back, pointing her bulging naked boobs toward the ceiling while spreading her lithe legs, and Henry and his wee wee showed her what he had learned that night.

THE END